The Architect - The Crimson Armada

Brace yourself

The towers arch over our heads

The signs inching down our necks carve the path of our existence

No obelus could be printed in the temple walls

Perfection to the micrometer and no pillar could ever fall

Brace yourself

The sky is a dance of culling blades

Encircle as knifehand prays to incise before ascending

Surely the sea had been split and from its middle ground rose a serpent from a

stick

We have regressed with every step we grow much closer but now we tear the horns

and beg the books will end the torture

He who kneels before his lord is saved

The towers above and the infinite throne have watched over millions of

centuries to show there is not in existence a word to describe the love the

creator has left for mankind

The structures convey the majestic framework of the consuming earth,

oceans placed universe

Constructed pieces scream the same verse in his name

Kneel before your lord

Rest easy child

You are saved

He who kneels before his lord is saved and will behold the architect

Behold the architect

Brace yourself for time is proportioned now to stop dead and planets will come

to sudden halt

Brace yourself.

Mountains will turn over in guilt the footwork will uproot

itself exposing everything its built

Brace yourself to feast eyes upon the most merciful most gracious light that

any man could ever have beheld within his sight

Kneel before the throne

Seconds will race encasing quickly clouding thoughts, masking thy conviction

tracing all to be untaught

Pressed forehead to the floor, flow tears for mindless solace upon the edge of

crafting fate where it’s met with oceanic abyss

Deliver what is mine to take for I submit unfaltering faith

He who kneels before his lord is saved

Kneel before your lord